Chuuwee – Powder Inn lyrics

[Chuuwee] Chorus:

This is music for riders my goblins and monsters
Controlling that contra still conscious as common

My niggas be dumping how we solving them problems
Any means necessary no disrespect to Martin

My niggas be scheming, pull up in that charger
Leave some people bleeding, they turn in martyrs

On the block that we stand we get money regardless
Even tho doing wrong we gone do it with honor

[Chuuwee] Verse 1:

I grew up where niggas walk around with guns to they hip
South side get the money get the money get rich

West side took it from me I ran up with my click
East side niggas run in I'm fed up with this shit

Off Loucreta super lucrative is money to get
Rutter park after dark having fun with my bitch

David Reese 8 police cars I run through the ditch
7 years in my pocket I got bundles of this

Every day is the same, chasing paper and chips
I can't wait for a change I can't wait to get rich

All I'm seeing is cane, weed hookers and tricks
I been doing my thang tryna get out of this shit for real

Chorus:

Verse 2:

I'm out here posted up in Santa Fe
They say them cops done made the block hotter than gamma rays

They say them knocks after that white girl miss Mayonnaise
Lots of niggas in the kitchen beating up that Ana May

I bag up weed while watching anime..
Hoppin' they never kick my door in

And take me downtown asking questions
What can I say?

Can I live nigga am I jay?
The streets watching, I'm heat holding, just keep walking

Now I creep often, through the creek but 8 wit it
P. I. Light rail station they up here train trippin'

Citation cause I ain't have no fuckin train ticket
My homie scooped me in the Buick and we stays dippin'

Chorus:

Verse 3:

I'm on Mctavish Circle, just passed the curfew
Big bags of weed, big bags of purple

Over by sky parkway niggas blast to murk you
Comin out of the store if you beefin they come to serve you

My uncles banging creek mobb they said don't ever let nobody work you
This is you hood nigga can't nobody ever hurt you

Hold the fort down protect this house like the commercial
And say it with yo chest just to make sure them niggas heard you

Everyday is the same chasin' paper and chips
I can't wait for a change I can't wait to get rich

Tired of seeing cocaine weed hookers and tricks
I keep doing my thang hope to get out if this shit forreal

Chrous:
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